Manly is as manly does (part 2)

There's a great park at the end of our street with a big lake right in the middle. On this lake live many, many ducks. All spring, we told the kids we'd be seeing baby ducks "any day now." Here's what happened Sunday as we strolled along the banks.

Me: What a beautiful day. The sun is -- heeeey. What are those little things swimming behind that female mallard? They're not -- THEY ARE!

Here's where my mid-baritone shrills unbidden to a shrieking, high tenor.

Me: OHMIGOSH! JANE! HENRY! DUCKIES! LOOK! DUCKIES!

I run toward the water.

Me: BABY DUCKIES! LOOK AT THE LITTLE, BROWN AND YELLOW SPOTS! DUCKIES! OOOOOHHH! THAT ONE IS CLIMBING OUT OF THE WATER! LOOK AT THE FEET! DUCKY FEET! HOW MANY ARE THERE? ONETWOTHREEFOURFIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNINE! NINE DUCKIES! SO FLUFFY!

Henry: (to Jane) Daddy REALLY likes baby duckies, Jane.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

reminds me of one time I was having lunch with a deputy auditor general and a couple of visiting dignitaries from some other country with whom we were negotiating some international training event. The waitress poured the coffee and I said "Ohhh look at the bubbles!"

funnily enough (is that a word?) both the other "grandpas of toddlers" in the group responded with appropriate glee and clapping and we imediately moved to a new level in our communications.

so never mind -- duckies is goood,
auntie

Dead Robot said...

Anything I say would be anti-climactic. Just revel in it, dear.

Anonymous said...

Saint John fan here, just reading up on all the things I've missed the past month... baby ducks are exciting... but I bet they're not as nice as the Lily Lake ducks strung out on french fries and mouldy bread.

Wanted to share an Isaac story... this morning he told his dad he had a "joke in his mouth." But he didn't want to tell it until Jason told one. So Jason said "Why did the chicken cross the road? *pause* to get to the other side."

Isaac responds, "Why did the chicken cross the playground? *pause* To get to the other slide!" (laughing ensues) He didn't learn it from us or the babysitter. Thank God for TV!

Oh, and hands off Alice... that's our name!!! After my late grandmother. But you're having a boy anyway... I'm on Erin's side. I like the 17th most popular boys name from 1970. It sounds like an author's name. Or a social policy analyst.

Anonymous said...

Ah, parenting. It allows you to live your joys again, doesn't it? ;)